Jake cleared his throat, "Where do you think you're going without telling me first, Myra Winter?"
Fuck. I'm doomed. Okay chill. Act cool and casual.
"Jake, hey." I unconsciously gripped the strap of my bag tighter due to nervous of getting caught. Damn it.
I was so close to the door though! Almost made it. Just a few step ahead.
"So, mind telling me where you going?" He cocked an eyebrow, questioning me.
"To see a friend. I've something to give him back." I bit my lips.
He hummed, "You have a friend? And it's a 'him'?"
He let out a low growl after that. Not liking my answer.
Jesus. I gave him an honest answer and yet he still mad at me. What was the point of getting scared then?
And they told us women are complicated but it was actually the opposite. Men are complicated than us.
"Geez. It's really none of your business. I'm an adult, Jake. I can pretty much take care of myself. When will you and Liam stop treating me like a kid? I'm not fragile. Don't you trust me?" I frowned, letting him known that I was slightly disappointed and annoyed with him.
It was like I was in a prison. They were like hawks. Always watching me.
He sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Of course I trust you, Myra. But something about you... You gave off this different vibe today. I can't really put my finger on it."
Shit. This was bad.
"It's getting late, Jake. I should go first." Excuses, excuses, excuses from me.
"Wait, Myra." He grabbed my wrist, stopping me.
I raised an eyebrow, "What?"
His eyes wandering around, unsure. He looked like he wanted to say something but something was stopping him from doing so.
"Jake?"
Sighing, he ruffled my hair. Getting a low groan from me.
"Never mind. Just forget about it." Jake smiled softly.
"Okay? I'll... get going first then." I glanced at his hand which was still holding my wrist, giving him a sign to let me go.
He slowly loosened his gripped on my wrist. That was when I accidentally looked up and noticed the expression that he had on his face..
"Jake, are you okay? You look...sad and pale." My hands made their way to his face, but Jake stepped back, not letting me came close to him.
"I'm fine. Go, Myra. I'll cover for you. I won't tell Liam." He gave me a gentle smile. But his eyes said the opposite.
He really did looked sad...
My heart feels heavy.
I wondered why.
It was rare for him to show such emotion, his eyes filled with longing.
Was it because of me? Hah, who am I kidding?
There was no way, right?
"Jake, look at me." I step forward and held his face, forcing him to look at me.
"I have a gun and a knife with me. Don't worry okay? I promise I'll be back by 10."
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JAKE'S POINT OF VIEW
She forced me to look straight into her big blue eyes.
I couldn't help but worry about her. It was always been like this ever since she was still a teenager. The time when I got involved with the Winters.
She was always targeted by our enemies. She almost died once for god sake!
Myra never hides things from me. There was no secret between us.
But now she was clearly trying to hide the fact that she was sneaking out from the house.
This was so not her. And I didn't like her seeing someone else.
I don't fucking like that.
"Just go, Myra." Although I said those words, my heartache.
But who am I to her? She treated me like I'm one of her brothers.
Liam already warned me to not get too close and attached to this woman in front of me.
And yet I did.
I obeyed Liam. But Myra always finds another way to sneak into my heart and my mind.
"Thank you, Jake. I owe you one. I'll treat you something delicious and expensive next time." She offered me a small smile before she leaned in and kissed my cheek, stunning me for a bit.
* * * * * * * * * * *
MYRA'S POINT OF VIEW
I believed this was the place. I looked up from my phone and turn it off.
A small and cozy café. Adorable.
I made my way inside.
I knew I shouldn't do this. I didn't even know him that well.
But he did save me. I should at least returned the favor by treating him and returning his hella expensive coat.
"That's it, Myra. No more sneaking out after this." I whispered to myself as a reminder.
You can't trust him, Myra. You just met him.
Do not get too close to him.
Be direct and cold. That was the plan.
There was still no news about his background check which was weird by the way. It usually took 5 days just to gather all the information.
But if he was Scar or if he was involved with The Barzini, then I had no choice but to play pretend and innocent before I killed him afterward.
Two can play the game after all.
I scanned through the café. Searching for him.
And there he was. Wearing glasses, sitting there alone as he flipped through the pages on a book that was in his hand.
I sighed, my heart started beating fast at the sight of him.
Shit.
What the hell was wrong with my heart?! Okay, chill. Maybe the fact that he was handsome made my heart went thumping.
I cautiously took a few steps forward toward him.
"Hey stranger." I greeted him.
He looked up and smiled when he sees me.
"Myra."
"Xavier."
"Please, have a seat. I already ordered drinks and food for us. Hope you don't mind." Xavier closed his book and put it aside.
"Oh, it's fine. I pretty much eat anything after all. Thank you." I grinned.
He chuckled before he took off his glasses, hanging them on the collar of his shirt.
Damn you.
He looked so fucking sexy.
That was when I noticed something on his neck.
He had a small tattoo there, hid under the shirt. I can only see a bit.
"Here. Thank you once again. I already washed it for you." I handed him a bag that had his coat in it.
He chuckled again, "You know I told you to just keep the coat, right?"
"I'm stubborn as hell so the answer is no. Besides, this thing is expensive with the fabric and all. I insist."
I was not kidding when I said it was expensive. It felt and smelt like thousands of dollars. So soft.
"Well, thank you. But the next time she dumps her drinks on you and I happen to save you again, do keep my coat." Xavier took the bag and put it next to him.
"I doubt that." I rolled my eyes as I accidentally remembered the stupid woman.
* * * * * * * * * * *
We chatted for a while. Basically getting to know each other better.
So far so good.
A little, tiny part of me really hope that he was not Scar or maybe involve in any mafia things after getting to know him better during our ice breaking session.
The guy in front of me now was totally different than the one that I met that night.
"Thank you once again. Elena always talks about you whenever she comes home from school. Even I'm getting a little bit jealous."
He smirked, "I'm pretty amazing and attractive, am I?"
"Sheesh. I take back what I just said." I chuckled. Him and his ego.
His eyes darkened, "Myra, can I ask you something?"
"Go ahead." I took a sip of my drink.
He hesitated at first, "Is the father still alive and well?"
That was when I choked.
Well, here we go again with the lies and stupid jokes.
"I killed him after I found out he cheated on me," I said those with a serious face. Maintaining eye contact with him.
He looked taken aback.
"I'm just kidding!" I chuckled.
"Just know that he's not here with us anymore." I continued.
"Are you really Elena's biological mom?" Xavier looked at me with a serious face.
My eyes widened.
Fuck.